If Firo were more familiar with technology, he'd think those chains of stuttery words sounded like Roland was some kind of glitched program. If he were superstitious, he'd think Roland sounded possessed. Firo is neither of those things, but it unsettles him deeply all the same.
"I didn't know you had kids." It's good, though. Firo may not have known many fathers in his time, but Roland seems suited to the role.
How did they get him out of this last time? Talking, explaining, even arguing. Good. He can do all of that. Firo thinks over Roland's words, seizes on something he thinks he can target, and starts moving his mouth.
"It's just us here, me and you. Together. What about that, huh? You can't tell me I'm wrong." The sternness in his voice falters a moment, and he tries to disguise it by giving another big heave as he coaxes Roland along. "Where do you think you are?"
It's a perfect amount of babble
"I didn't know you had kids." It's good, though. Firo may not have known many fathers in his time, but Roland seems suited to the role.
How did they get him out of this last time? Talking, explaining, even arguing. Good. He can do all of that. Firo thinks over Roland's words, seizes on something he thinks he can target, and starts moving his mouth.
"It's just us here, me and you. Together. What about that, huh? You can't tell me I'm wrong." The sternness in his voice falters a moment, and he tries to disguise it by giving another big heave as he coaxes Roland along. "Where do you think you are?"